Behind Stage Poem by Hanan Muzafar

There're corners,
where children are molested,
tormented and engulfed in tears,
Places, where slaves are traded,
Leeches who suck blood,
and murderers who slay innocence.

Prison cells,
where screams cry in pain;
Brothels,
where mothers sell their dead bodies,
for a loaf of bread,
and brutes who fill their lust;
Slaughterhouses,
where humanity gets slaughtered,
and trust on sale.

There're wanderers who suffer in hole,
and angels who glow in darkness,
People who talk filth,
envy and hate they've inside,
and preachers who preach belief,
But do gruesome sins,
behind glittering curtains.

I know those coward men,
who whip women within walls,
every night,
and then pretend righteous,
I also know those women,
who betray crowds of men,
and then pretend innocent;
They pass judgements on others:
Their eyes say it all,
and their evil souls, stink all the time.